The Fog of Lost Souls
In shadows thick where silence weeps,
The fog rolls in—its secret keeps.
A mournful veil, a breathless moan,
It swallows light, leaves hearts alone.
This cursed ground, where echoes stay,
Of laughter lost and minds astray.
A prison forged from sorrow’s seam,
Where memories drift like half-formed dreams.
No stars to guide, no dawn to see,
Just whispers caught in memory.
Each step you take, a thought relives—
The pain, regret, what fate forgives.
Beware the one who moves unseen,
With spider grace and gaze serene.
Koh, the thief of what you wear—
Your face, your past, your vacant stare.
To show emotion is to fall,
To vanish in his silent thrall.
And once you smile, or frown, or cry,
You’ll vanish with the souls that lie.
So hush your heart, and mask your flame,
Or you’ll forget your very name.
For in this fog where lost souls tread,
The living envy even the dead.
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Abdulwahab Abdulsalam Adebayo
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